Condition: Suffers from
sever hallucinations and delusional fantasies of a place called
Halloween Town.

Notes: No progress

Patient: Williams,
Sandra (78360Y)

Date of Birth: November
25, 1988

Date of Admittance:
03/07/1996

Condition:
Schizophrenic cutter. Under severe emotional stress, reverts to
'Sandra' personality, who feels no pain and cuts not only self,
but anything within reach. Has developed bulimia over past several
years.

Notes: No progress

Leon
Jacobs looked over his new assignment sheet. "Heh, lucky you."
One of his coworkers, Shawn Grouse, chuckled. "You're still stuck
with craziest in this place." He patted Leon's shoulder and
walked off.

Leon looked at the
sheet again. Working in an asylum meant that all the patients were
crazy. He hadn't even heard of these two, so how bad could they be?

xXx

I
woke up to see a pair of emerald eyes staring at me. "Sandy, get
off me."

"I
was busy." I muttered, sitting up. Sandy Williams had been my
roommate since I had been taken to The Towers five days after my
eighth birthday. She was very skinny; her bones showed through her
deep tan skin everywhere, and her gown hung on her like a tablecloth.
Black hair fell to her butt, thin, stringy, and lifeless. Pale scars
crisscrossed the bottom of her arms. At sixteen, she was four years
older than me, it'd be three in a few months, and the closest thing
to a caring mother I'd had in the five-and-a-half years I've been
here.

"Making
goo-goo eyes at your boyfriend?" She asked with a disproving tone.

I rolled my eyes.
"Sandy, Lock isn't my boyfriend. And no, I was helping Sally pick
some Witch Hazel. She was out."

"Oh.
That's okay then." She sat down on her bed. "We've got a new
doctor."

I looked up. "So we
finally scared off Anderson then?"

She
smiled. "He's two rooms down." I laughed. She took on a more
serious tone. "But I don't think we can get rid of this one. He's
very good. He's the one who fixed Candace."

"Candy?
He fixed Candy?" Candace Jones was a suicidal pyromaniac who'd
set herself on fire and tried to hang herself after she'd
slit her wrists open. You think that would've killed her, but no.
The flames burned up the rope and set off the fire alarm. The rope
snapped, the fire was put out by the sprinklers, and the paramedics
got there in time to save her from the blood loss. Then, she got sent
here. Lucky her. She'd been released two months ago.

Sandy
nodded again. I smirked. "Well, he can't fix something that's
not broken. Neither of us is broken, so we're simply not fixable."

The
doors opened and our nurse, Juliet, walked in. She was always bright
and happy; she definitely shouldn't have been working here.
"Breakfast girls." She set the trays on the swiveling tables
attached to our beds. I stared at mine like I expected it to jump up
and bite me. Which, knowing this place and its food, it very well
might. "I know you don't like eating, Aubrey, but try today,
okay?"

I
grunted. She just sighed and walked out. I watched as Sandy scarfed
down her food at a sickening rate, and then finished off whatever I
hadn't eaten. How she managed to do that and stay skin and bones
amazed me. Seconds later, she ran to the bathroom, and I could hear
her puke. Right, that's how.

xXx

Leon
knocked on the door of room 319. "It's open." A voice from
inside called.

He
opened the door to see a pair of girls sitting on one of the
regulation beds in the room. "You're a lot more polite than Dr.
Anderson was." One said.

"You
must be Sandra." He smiled warmly.

Her
face grew icy. "It's Sandy."

He
nodded. "I see. I apologize, Sandy. So that must be Aubrey, right?"
He gestured to the other girl, who was hunched over, concentrating on
something.

"Done?
With what?" He walked to Aubrey's side to her working on a
drawing that seemed to be of a skeleton and a rag doll. "I see. Do
you mind if I sit down?"

Sandy
shrugged. "You're the one in charge." Leon pulled a chair over
and sat down, examining the girls. Sandy was very tall and lanky,
even sitting down. She was probably near his height, which was 6'2",
but barely had more meat on her than the skeleton in the drawing. Her
face was hollow, but her emerald eyes burned with strong emotion. Her
skin was dark tan and her hair was ebony black and hung around her
like a veil. He guessed she was part Mexican.

Aubrey
was quite the opposite. She was skinny, though nowhere near the
twig-like state of skinny Sandy was. Her hair was short and messy, as
well as an interesting shade of silvery blonde. Her skin was, he
thought, barely a shade a way from becoming translucent.

She
put the pencil down suddenly and looked up at him with startling
reddish-pink eyes. 'She's albino. That explains it.' He thought
to himself.

"Doctor,
I'm sure you didn't come here simply to chat with us, so what is
it you want?" Her voice held a slight tone of authority, as though
she was saying, 'crazy or not, I'm still better than you'.

He
smiled nonetheless. "Actually, I came to tell you that both of you
are to come to mandatory sessions with me every day from now on."

Neither looked pleased.
"For how long?" Sandy demanded angrily.

"Until we make some
progress." He smiled again and left the room.

xXx

Sandy jumped off my bed
in rage and began pacing the floor. "Just who the hell does he
think he is! 'Mandatory sessions'. Oh please!"

I added a few more
shadows beneath Sally's left eye. "Watch it, Sandy. We don't
need you snapping again. You punched out two orderlies got stuck in
solitary for a week last time."

"Yeah, I know. But
come on!"

I set the book down on
my knees and looked up at her. "I don't like it either, but we
don't have a choice."

Sandy pouted. And she
was supposed to be the mature one? "But Aubrey-!"

I shook my head. "I'll
talk to Jack tonight, okay? We'll get rid of him, just like we got
rid of the last two. Until then, we'll go to the sessions." I
picked the book back up and went back to my drawing.

There were a few
minutes of silence. "Aubrey?"

"Hmm?" I darkened a
few of the pinstripes on Jack's coat.

"Will you... will you
take me to Halloween Town sometime?"

I looked up, a bit
startled by her sudden request. "I- I don't know if I can, Sandy.
I mean, I hardly know how I get myself there."

She leant towards me a
bit. "But if you could... if you found a way?"

I sighed. "If I find
a way, Sandy, then I'll take you to Halloween Town."

She smiled happily.
"Promise?"

"I promise you. Now,
let me get back to my drawing. I need to get it finished."

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